My ex kissed me more than you, and kissed better.

We met every day,

And then so did our lips, and

So we lost ourselves together,

Aware of every single tingling spot where we touched.

He knew how to make me swoon,

The best ways to lick my tongue with his,

The right position for his hands

As mine found their place behind his neck.

Every motion set me afire, and it was all just perfect.

After the kisses, his arm around my delicate waist, and

Whispered how he loved me dearly.

You fumble.

We meet, and you blush, embarrassed.

If you get the courage, then we kiss,

But your tongue is not as crafty,

And your hands flutter about in confusion.

Your touch makes me tingle, yes, but it’s never just right,

And you hardly take the time

To sweetly say into my ear how you love me, you shy little boy.

But I’d never choose him over you.

He reassured me through my problems;

You teach me how to solve them.

He made me uncomfortable

Flirting with me;

You are a comforting presence by my side.

He made me blush;

You make me laugh and smile.

He was busy and met in between;

You spend time with me when you have none.

He made me cry.

You wiped those tears.

So kiss me poorly all you like.

I’ll still love you more than anybody else, you idiot,

For maybe he had my passion,

But you will always have my heart and my soul.